" one morning you fell out of bed, and into the arms of the future "

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one day you look around and nothing is the same.

your clothes are different, the skies seem a different hue, and your hands are a different shade of color. your shallow palms show an oddly changed pattern; the lines and creases enlongating all deep and crooked, like that of deeply cloven forges.

your vision is more blurry, or at least more blurred that you remember it being, and you smell of sleep. what happened? what the hey are you doing with your life, that the changes are so noticable.

one day you reach for your shoes, and find out that somehow you don't wear velcro sneakers anymore. you don't tie laces anymore, because all of your shoes have shiny buckles on them; each pair glistens in the radiant sheen of pearl-black lustre.

then, you hear the ringing coos of a lulling voice eminating like a melodic phantom, out from the restroom. it's like a mythical songbird has flown into your home on gilded wings, and rested in the body of some ethereal being.

she calls your name, and you begin to wonder where your comic books went. somewhere someone is whispering secrets into the ears of their lover. somewhere someone is smiling and eating freshly-squeezed guava juice. somewhere you exist in the memories of anothers' experiences.

welcome to tomorrow; the day is new and the sunshine is bright and solar-yellow.

one day you realize you have made it into the future, and it looks like everything is going to be alright.

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